She had taken no more than three steps when she froze in horror at the horrible sneer directly behind her. “Well, well if it isn’t my elusive princess.” Isobel turned slowly on her heel, careful to keep any signs of fear from her face as she eyed the rotund man now standing behind her. He had been hiding in the shelter of the conifers waiting for the time to appear. From where he was standing he couldn’t be seen by either man standing at the edge of the path, or anyone looking out of the windows of the house. “What do you want Rupert?” Isobel drew her shoulders back haughtily, something she knew Rupert hated. Inside she was a quivering wreck but was determined not to show it to the horrid little man before her. “I think you already know the answer to that one, don’t you my dear?” Rupert murmured silkily as he eyed her curves assessingly, “You have a fiancé waiting to make your acquaintance.” His voice was menacing as he eyed her evilly, his eyes cold and merciless.
